Pregnancy Pill!
On Liuquan Street, in the night, Yan Hanzhang clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, and an afterthought of ecstasy surged into his heart.
His sister has been married into the Xu family for ten years. As the eldest daughter-in-law, she takes care of the family business, manages the housework, honors her parents-in-law, and is friendly to her younger siblings...it can be said that she does everything in every possible way!
She should have had the right to speak as the eldest daughter-in-law in the Xu family. The Xu family is also one of the few innate families in Suyang City. Isn't it easy to protect the Yan family?
But unfortunately, my sister has had nothing to do for ten years. In the past two years, the patriarch of the Xu family has taken in concubines one after another, and one of the concubines from the Chen family is now even pregnant. As a result, the Chen family has become stronger, and more than half of the suppression Yan Hanzhang suffered came from the Chen family!
Isn't it because the Chen family is so arrogant because of their pregnant belly? But what if my sister can also be pregnant?
Not only that, there is a formula next to the pregnancy pill.
Yan Hanzhang recognized that this was a recipe for MSG. The recipe stated that this substance was actually the essence of five flavors and could be used in any dish. It could enhance flavor and freshness, and turn decay into a magical effect.
As a restaurant owner, Yan Hanzhang can understand the value of this thing.
As long as the formula is correct, this thing is the best fulcrum for him to get out of his current predicament.
Of course, Yan Hanzhang also knew that the reason why the Chen family dared to bully her so blatantly was because sister A was at a disadvantage in the dispute between wives and concubines, but in fact...how could he know that there was no tacit approval of the Xu family behind this?
A legitimate wife who has lost the family behind her, a legitimate wife who has had nothing to do for many years, occupying the position is a waste!
But take your time. He had this adventure today, so what if he had to sell his soul in the future? Just give him a chance to rise...
The night was dark, but Yan Hanzhang's heart was racing.
Under the dim light, he squeezed the MSG formula and Pregnancy Pill in his hands, only to find that the black shadow that was floating next to him before had disappeared.
Yan Hanzhang was a little panicked and quickly asked: "Sir, are you still there?"
When there was no response, Yan Hanzhang searched around again and found nothing.
He quickly chose a direction and bowed from a distance: "Disciple, I would like to send you my respects."
Of course, Song Ciwan, the true form of the god who was given away by him, had already left long ago.
You don’t need to have too much contact with the tool person. She is just an ordinary demon-cleansing handyman. Does the nameless deity who is the most just and upright have anything to do with her?
In Jishanfang, Song Ciwan returned home quietly.
The big white goose didn't notice her departure, and naturally didn't notice her return either. It was sleeping soundly in the goose cage.
Song Ciwan leaned over and took a look at its innocent sleeping appearance, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.
Yan Hanzhang was a qualified tool man. Not only did he readily provide generous amounts of money, he also allowed Song Ciwan to collect two different kinds of Qi.
So, after Song Ciwan returned home, she could open the blind box again.
She returned to her room, first hid the three hundred and fifty taels of silver she had collected in her wardrobe and the wooden box under her bed, then washed her hands and meditated, and summoned the scales of heaven and earth.
The first kind of Qi: [There is great terror between life and death, human desire, hatred and fear, three pounds or seven taels can be sold. 】
Sold it in exchange for [First Level Divine Channel Technique: Infinite Power].
To put it simply, this is a magical power that increases strength. Power, it is so simple and unpretentious, yet so indispensable.
good, very good.
Song Ciwan wanted to laugh, but held it back. In the dead of night, why should he laugh? He could just be secretly happy in his heart!
The second kind of Qi: [Everything has animism, you can believe in it, and you can sell it for a pound or nine taels of wish. 】
This gas is a bit interesting, it actually comes from the power of Yan Hanzhang's faith.
Song Ciwan pretended to be a ghost and fabricated a nameless god who was just and upright at will. His original intention was not to expose himself, but who would have thought that he could actually harvest the power of faith from Yan Hanzhang!
She tried to sell it, and then got a colorless and transparent elixir the size of a longan: [Wishful Pill is made from the willpower of believers. This is a pure grade. After it is made into a pill, it will not be affected by cause and effect. It can be taken after taking it. Help speed up your practice. 】
Song Ciwan held the wishing pill in his hand, and felt warm and comfortable behind his fingers, with a jade-like touch.
She pondered over all the information she had just obtained, thinking about a lot of things in her mind.
There were still six sales left on the scale of heaven and earth on this day, and Song Ciwan kept thinking about it while using up all the remaining six opportunities.
One time she sold a basket of pomegranates and got a pregnancy pill.
This is how the pregnancy pill given to Yan Hanzhang came from. This thing is extremely difficult for ordinary people to get, but in Song Ciwan's case, it was just a basket of pomegranates!
She took all the supplies she sold into the scale of heaven and earth together with the Pregnancy Pill, and then took the Wish Power Pill and the Strengthening Pill to start today's practice.
The pure level of Vow Power Pill is free from cause and effect and has no side effects. Song Ciwan plans to try it to see how much it can help people practice.
After practicing like this all night, it's dawn again.
At dawn, the crowing of cocks in the distance wakes up the clouds in the sky, and streams of skylight fall on the earth.
In the small courtyard of the Song family, the big white goose stuck out its head, raised its long neck, and sang loudly: "Ga! Ga! Ga, Ga, Ga, Ga!"
Song Ciwan woke up and looked inside, only to feel that the true energy in his body was flowing gurglingly, like the water of a mountain stream, lively and harmonious. When it merged into Dantian, there was a clear pool. The pool was three feet deep, and its capacity had exceeded the ten meters before yesterday. There are many times more.
Wish Power Pill, what kind of Wish Power Pill is this? It should be called Ten Times Experience Pill, no... it should even be called Hundred Times Experience Pill!
After refining the Qi, Song Ciwan felt that his practice during the Qi Transformation period had improved a lot. If the true energy and magic power are calculated by years, she can now have at least fifty years of cultivation!
I feel more confident about staying alive, which is really satisfying both physically and mentally.
The big white goose came squawking to urge the meal. Song Ciwan knelt down to hug it and get close to it, but the big white goose screamed: "Quack! Quack, quack, quack!"
Huh? Huh?
what's the situation? The little thing suddenly became hypocritical?
Soon, Song Ciwan discovered that the big white goose was not being pretentious, but that she was actually covered in stinky sweat and expelled a thick layer of dirt.
That smell, that lethality, the big white goose screamed angrily: "Quack! Quack -"
Song Ciwan ran away in shame and quickly fetched water to wash himself.
The result of a sudden increase in skill overnight is to cleanse the essence and cut down the marrow, remove the turbidity and retain the pure, which is just a pain for the big white goose...
Song Ciwan immediately took a bath, changed clothes, and made a fire to cook.
After it was done, she gave a bowl of food to the big white goose, kept another portion for herself, and took the rest to the adjacent bedroom and enshrined it in front of the memorial tablet of Mr. and Mrs. Song Youde.
Ever since she came to this world, Song Ciwan had a feeling that she was inseparable from her original owner. She inherited her body and her memories, and naturally she had to take over her responsibilities and obligations.
Although her will is dominated by the Song Ciwan who traveled through time, how can she know that the Song Ciwan in this life is not her two sides?
Maybe they were the same person, but at that moment, she awakened to the wisdom of her previous life, breaking the mystery in her womb!
Song Ciwan stood in front of the memorial tablet of Song Youde and his wife. After paying homage, he was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "Dad, mother, time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I almost forgot what it was like when you were still around."
"Have you reunited underground? Are you currently cultivating merit in the next life?"
"If there is an afterlife, I hope that the two elders can be born in wealth, grow up in leisure, be safe and healthy, and live a happy life."
"I……"
She couldn't speak any more, but certain words and certain things were always pressing in her heart.
From that day, through the eyes of the fox demon, she saw the scene of the death of the little official under the blood-breaking knife, and also learned that the pension for the evil official who caught the demon was not fifty taels, but one hundred taels—— From that moment on, her heart was in turmoil.
This matter is uneven and has constant ups and downs.
When people live in this world, it is certainly necessary to protect themselves, but there are also some things that cannot be ignored.
Song Ciwan said: "Father, mother, don't be anxious, I know, I understand, I understand what to do. I won't be anxious, but I can start preparing..."
A ray of morning light filtered in from the window, shining on half of Song Ciwan's cheeks as white as porcelain, reflecting a smile at the corner of her mouth.
There is a different kind of tranquility, as if the lotus is half-opened and the still water runs deep.
